Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.